The Quaker Oatmeal Container Incident

I'm about four-years-old. I live in Navy base-housing in Brunswick. I am inside my bedroom. I am supposed to be taking a nap. I hate napping [I know this because I have never liked napping]; therefore I am playing with my toys. I know my parents are outside mowing the lawn/doing yard work. I cannot see out the window, but I can hear the lawnmower. I need to use the bathroom--#2 specifically, but the door to my room is locked.

[At this point I should explain from the here-and-now...my parents installed an eye-and-latch hook on the outside of my door to keep me inside my room when I was little--just at bedtime. They never clearly explained why, although from what I can gather, I was a handful???? Apparently I was an active, clever little girl who was prone to escaping and being "naughty" without parents to look after me. I will post another memory about St. Joseph's baby aspirin in a moment.]

I bang on the door, but no one hears me [I was probably drowned out by the lawnmower]. I have to go! So, I poop into an empty Quaker oatmeal container.

[Now, the story retold over and over by my light-hearted father is that I defecated into a doll's body--I popped her head off and stuffed her full. In the end, I was made to wash walls...Okay. I do not remember that, hence I am sticking to my story: I filled the cardboard tube. What else was I supposed to do? I do not remember what really happened after that. I probably napped.]

~Mama